There was a good turnout. Jan Ross is a big store so there were rarely crowds smashed together, but there was always a stream of people throughout the store. There was loads of food in the back and the storekeep would announce to the crowd throughout the night to check their tickets for the winning number of a mysterious prize.
There was a small alcove in the right rear corner of the store. A woman with short dark hair sat at a table behind a tassel curtain inside the alcove. We asked if she was giving readings and she affirmed. We offered a business card and our motives, and asked if I could sit in a take pictures while Mrs. Parallel got a reading. No problem. We completed the business portion (bring cash) and sat down to delve into the missus’ soul.
The psychic told us she channels for her divination and uses cards to anchor her conscious self. The reading began and she started to flip colorful cards, which looked like Roger Dean created a tarot deck. She first told us of common things – travel after Christmas, mother-in-law in hospital – correct, but again, common. Then the reading progressed into personal traits and tribulations. The psychic began a narrative of various aspects of Mrs. Parallel’s life and my wife began to loosen up and it became a conversation.
I was skeptical, yet respectful, and did my best to give no indicators during the reading. I must admit, the reader’s skill was uncanny. During the course of 15 minutes she must have read both of us, more my wife, and used signals to pursue certain narratives, eventually leading to the subject opening up. And in that way it’s probably like therapy to those who enjoy the otherworldly. Regardless, skill or spirits, the reader painted a convincing picture in a short time.
It was a great little party. People were buying giant dragon statues, munching on cold cuts and cheese, and three readers’ tables were going. For science or spirituality, our reading was fascinating to no end and I can now see the allure.